I’m back on my business again. Race The Omen, coming through your speakers from the driver’s seat. We’re on Chapter Three—sorry son, sorry Grandpa, but you know it’s the truth. Let’s go. [Verse 1: The Michaels] Let’s start with the Michaels, the Mikes, and the Mikeys They walk around like they’re the only ones wearing Nikes. They be knowing everything—don’t they? Just ask ‘em Got a fact for every vibe, no need to unmask ‘em. Now, my son is a Michael, and he’s sweet as can be Caring and funny, the light of the Omen Dynasty. But he’s a professional at getting on nerves Throwing those "Know-it-all" comical curves. [Chorus] It’s the name game, round three, coming at you live Just a driver on the road, watching people survive. From the know-it-alls to the ones acting stuck If your name’s on the list, man, I wish you some luck. [Verse 2: The J-Team & Tims] Got a couple more Js and they’re looking for a mirror The Jamies and the Jims, let me make it a bit clearer. They’re a little bit stuck on themselves, it’s a fact Sorry Grandpa Jim, but I gotta stay on track. And the Tims? Yeah, they’re sailing in that very same boat With an ego so big it’s the only thing keeping ‘em afloat. [Bridge: The Chris Clique] Now, if your name starts with Chris, listen close to the rhyme Christie, Krista, Kristin—I’m not wasting your time. It’s a jumble of names that all sound the same With ulterior motives as the heart of their game. Something’s hidden in the shadows, something they won’t say Better watch your back if a Chris comes your way. [Outro] Just some thoughts from the highway lines Decoding the names and the personality signs. Who’s next on the list? I’ve got plenty of miles. Race The Omen, signing off with some smiles.
